บท 593: Time flew by

Mike stood silently, watching the scene before him. 

As the Tower of Truth underwent its transformation, Mike and the child were unceremoniously ejected from its interior. 

The child yawned and asked, 

"Sir, should we go back now?" 

The child, trapped in the dream space with only lunatics and the white horse for company, often wandered through the river of time. He had seen many of these events before. 

However, this was the first time he had witnessed the interior of the Tower of Truth. 

Previously, the Tower Spirit had never allowed him inside. 

Go back? 

Mike's bug-exploiting instincts kicked in immediately. 

"Is it possible not to go back?" he asked. 

"Of course," the child replied matter-of-factly. "But, sir, are you afraid of dying?" 

Mike froze for a moment. Saying he wasn't afraid would be a lie. But admitting he was scared in front of a child? That felt a bit embarrassing.